I live 25 years on the North Pond Road in Rome, Maine; for more than two decades a man lived alone in the woods without heat, in a tent surviving solely on food he stole from breaking in to cabins on the nearby lakes.

Funny thing is we all knew he was "out there, somewhere" and with all the time I spent in those woods with my sons deer, turkey and grouse hunting we never bumped into his "camp". Go figure?